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@charminglybadcop
charminglybadcop, this is the last time.
Grace was waiting for too long, and about to leave when the door opened and he was there. Oh, right, she hadn’t waxed her eyebrows. He would probably call her out-
Then, being pulled inside, she gave a yell of surprise and he started going off, causing her to clap a hand over his mouth.
"No!" She stared, eyes wide. “You won’t! There isn’t anybody to arrest, dammit! For Christ’s sake, I’m not a child, and you don’t need to assume the worst every damn time, Arthur!"
Arthur looked around, raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes at her. It seemed like a logical conclusion to believe that she had been in some sort of trouble. Otherwise, she wouldn't have come. At least, that's what he thought.
She was more aggressive than normal, kind of curse-y and jump-y. It reminded him of someone. He didn't remember who.
So he just moved his head slowly, side to side. "Then what the hell did you come here so early for? I'm going to go put on my uniform. You can inform me of everything after I have a gun in my hands."
With that, he was off into his room.
candlewaxedpoetic is a strange fellow; probably on drugs
"Better off to not piss me off," Aurel smirked back, “Not that I get angry too easily, but no need to push it."
"Alright then!" He turned his chair to the side, “I’ll send you an e-mail with some deets later today. Make sure you see it, cause if you don’t reply I might just drop the whole idea. Okay?"
He merely smirked at his first comment, nodding in both agreement and amusement.
"Of course; of course. I'll keep an eye out for the message and I'll be sure to reply to it as soon as humanely possible. Any questions shall also be asked and I believe we can arrange a later meeting soon, around Tuesday-ish? I should go- I believe the meter is running. Anyway, without further ado, I'm off!"
At the door's frame he waved goodbye and shut it as he went off back into the bustling streets.
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candlewaxedpoetic is a strange fellow; probably on drugs
Aurel put the extra bar on the table and accepted the small note, “Nah man, no problem." He glanced at the note and handed it back, “Sorry, could you include an e-mail? It’s much better than a phone for this kind of work."
He chuckled, “I don’t know, it’s either having to do everything yourself as a bachelor or trying not to piss off your partner. But have fun with that."
"Oh."
He took out yet another paper and wrote around three emails then placed it on the table. "Odds are that I'll answer on one of them. I tend to forget my passwords. I can't very well just write them down so I end up just using the other two while I remember the password to one then when I do remember that one's, I forget another one. Such is my life. I really should get more sleep, I suppose." He said, a jolly tone to his voice surfacing as he joked about his shortcomings.
He then smirked. "Oh, I piss of everyone these days. Partners are the least of my worries."
charminglybadcop, this is the last time.
Grace didn’t stop running from Ivan’s bar. She kept going and going, pushing people aside, until she reached her apartment building. Which was also Arthur’s.
Right up to the third floor, and there, she realised just how exhausted she was. But that didn’t stop her.
Knocking furiously on the door, she clutched her side and waited, wondering if he would even open up.
He had been sleeping after a busy day. There was drool starting to peek from the edge of his mouth; his arms hanging freely to the ground and his hair looking like it just had a fistfight with a cyclone and a hurricane. The sound took him right out of his spell. Arthur fell from the sofa when he heard the knock; it woke him up so suddenly that he ended up staring at the hardwood floor for about five minutes in order to check if he was still dreaming. He wasn't. If he was, the beer stain on the crack would probably not be there. He grunted and got up regardless, still slightly groggy, He opened the door with a yawn then raised an eyebrow at the sight of his sister. "Grace, you look like you just got murdered, dear Lord."
Then the thought started to creep on him and he pulled her in on instinct, slamming the door behind them.
"It's so late; why are you out? Are you all right? Who do I have to go arrest? My uniform is in the closet I'll be right back; just sit on the sofa."
candlewaxedpoetic is a strange fellow; probably on drugs
Aurel laughed and stood up, “Nah, no need to worry about it. We have copy editors for little details like that. That’ll be near the end after I make sure your book is improved as much as possible." He tapped the papers on his desk.
"I assure you the book will be publicized properly, but every book’s a risk, really. If you aren’t willing to take it, then don’t bother," He glanced at his watch, “I have to meet someone in half an hour, but I guess you can ask me any questions if you want," He rummaged in his bag and pulled out two granola bars, offering one to Arthur, “Go ahead, shoot ‘em out."
He nodded and discreetly started to fiddle with his sleeve, looking at the time and taking a deep sigh as he started to sit at the edge of his seat. "Well, that sounds absolutely dandy. I can make time; I'm sure of it." He said in the most sincere voice he could muster before rising.
He shrugged and chuckled to himself. "There's no need for you to worry either; I also have a few things to get to and I'll be out of your hair shortly." He then quickly took out a note and hastily scribbled half-blurred lettters. "You can reach me on this; it's not my cellphone but you're guaranteed to find me. I'm so sorry for the early departure, especially as I'm sure you have some pointers for me but I'm in a rush as I have some laundry and take out to pick up. Being a bachelor is a bit rough on a man."
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Oh? This made the wheels in her head began to turn. The more she studied him, the more she became intrigued. Just what kind of music scene was he talking about? Judging by the way he walked and talked, she’d say it was the softer part of the music genre, but then again, she could be completely wrong. Perhaps he was one of those rebels that wore tight pants and kept one’s head screaming for quiet.
Though, she had to admit, there were some bands that she quite enjoyed with that music taste — who knew, maybe they had some common interests in that subject as well. It already appeared they shared a love for tea, and that merely marked one tally onto the board for him. Not that she was planning on doing anything. Trust was rare with her, and one had to spend months earning it.
But…he was rather cute, and if she played her cards right, she might allow herself to enjoy his company every now and then.
"It’s ballet," She replied to his first question before moving on to the next topic. Her eyes stayed forward, the neutral look she usually wore plastered onto her face. Once, she had turned her head over her shoulder to give him a small glance of the side of her face.
"Don’t tell me you were a rebel," No, don’t say hot, “That’d be quite the interesting story to tell. Don’t think just because I’m a ballet dancer I like to spend my days listening to classical music. I’m sure there’s a few bands we have in common." She gave a slight tilt of her head, the platinum threads that laid outside of her bun falling onto he shoulder of her shirt. “I tend to stick to the more…darker side of music."
His eyes lit up like lanterns. "Really now?" He asked, begging to know more about the lovely stranger. Well, it took God long enough to plant someone likeable in New York. He walked, spring in his step not very easily hidden. "I don't mean to shock you or anything, but I was very much a punk back in my teenage years. Yes, leather and all." He explained, noticeably very proud. "I still have an electric guitar back home in London." Not that he had any idea how to play the guitar. He mostly strummed it near stoners and piss-drunk chicks, which aren't exactly known to be the best judges of musical taste. At least he knew the beginnings of Wonderwall and the guitar solo from Stairway to Heaven. It was enough to make him look at least a little bit knowledgeable about what he was doing.
"Of course, I wouldn't put it past my family to have sold it..." He added rather sombrely before skipping to another of her comments.
"I'd say the darker side of music is the better side, interesting and more creative." There's more freedom of expression in it; I never could stand when words were cut out of songs simply to get more airplay on the radio. Perhaps it's odd, but in spite of being a policeman, I still do listen to songs that talk about taking down the fabled "Man" and anarchy. I don't know why. I guess there's things people never grow out of." He said with a shrug. He firmly believed that some things in a human were meant to stay- including musical taste, verbal tics, expressions and leather pants. No human being grows out of them completely.
"Anyway, I'd love to see a live ballet someday if you'd allow me to watch. Maybe that will prompt me to dig out my old waistcoat." He laughed heartily before stopping abruptly and putting his hand on his chin. "If I still have it, because I have a tendency to live with people very willing to throw my things away...Some people just don't respect privacy."
draws a dead arthur with a flower crown and goes to bed
"Oh God. I've made a terrible mistake."
He did as he was told, gripping the blondes arms. He was lost, drifting in and out of reality. Distantly he knew this wasn’t his brother. It couldn’t be. It would never be. Yet the mannerisms were so similar, the voice, the body shape…it was hard for his mind to get a grip. Besides, what was the harm in taking comfort in a fantasy?
This man would probably go back to his home and laugh about him…but for now….
"Theo," he murmured. “I love you. Please don’t ever leave me again. It was hard…it was lonely. I made good friends and I have a boyfriend but then, at night, the thoughts would creep in and the ache with it. I’ll never be an uncle…or stand at a wedding…hell. I missed all of you funerals…I was too busy being in hospital, being bonkers."
He sniffled. "…I’ll probably never have a family of my own…the house of Beck dies with me."
He let out a sigh, closed his eyes in resignation and kept walking at the same calmpace. "Shh, shh...I won't leave you. I promise you that." He said, his voice somewhat brittle and hollow, a little weak.
"And it's fine. The funerals were gloomy anyway. Nobody even talked; they just cried as if happiness died with everyone else. Funerals should revolve around remembering and not regret. Hell, the day I die I'll probably spend the funeral at a pub having a pint instead of sleeping in my coffin." He joked to lighten up the mood, a small smile appearing on his face before being washed away by the realization that the pint would probably land him in the coffin anyway. "And yes, I...love..." He continued only to stop. Right, still a policeman.
"Now, I...Yeah, I'll take care of you for now." He muttered quickly. "You don't have to spend the nights feeling sorry for something out of your hands. It happened and we both have to get over it eventually."
annarel
vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell /
arthur x arthur
vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell / that is the sexiest thought i've had all day bye
ArtBela
just fucking perfect okay
arturel
vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell / no because neither have the booty
ArtAce/Kirkcest
vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell / grace is probably going to kill me if i answer this / illegal / wrong / kind of sort of cute and morally tantalizing and very dramatic and hell it would be a very fun but guilty thing to write
anna/amelia/ivan/aurel
vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell
